...And yesterday he used them to cut away two things that have plagued me for years: credit card debt and Windows 98. Sorry, was I not supposed to say that W-word anymore?
The part about the knives is a lie, but the part about being gleefully rid of things is true. I paid off the last of my credit card balance all in one shot and then watched wide-eyed while Jacob reformatted my hard drive and installed Windows 2000 on it. I only managed to lose one useful thing that I'd meant to keep, which was some record of my internet bookmarks (if you have the URLs of anything interesting lying around and you think I might want to be reminded of them, please help). My excuse for what else I did with my evening is that since I lost my bookmarks I needed to fill the gaping hole in my life with delicious sushi.
The FedEx delivery driver who brings packages to my office is a friendly butch woman with cool glasses. The glasses are a non sequitur, but the delivery driver is not. Last week she came in with a package and wound up in a discussion about food with me (vegan) and the office manager (has a thing about organic food). She, meaning the driver, mentioned that she's been eating raw lately and has found some restaurants in the Bay Area that do surprisingly good raw food. It's not a diet to which I'm likely to switch myself, since it's lacking in breads and legitimate cookies, but I wouldn't mind seeing what people are doing with it. She mentioned a name, which I just looked up.
Unfortunately, I could never eat there. Not because it's not vegan (it is, actually, vegan). Nor because it's geographically or financially unfeasible. No, it's because I wouldn't be able to stop laughing long enough to actually eat. And people call me a hippie?
Posted by dianna at July 14, 2005 02:38 PMHahahahahaha!
MATTHEW ENGELHART started training in the being of abundance in 1984 and today he is skillful at being able to keep his attention on all there is to be grateful for.
You go, Matt. Work those mad phat skillz of attention. I suppose you get a lot of practice at that, what with being a millionaire and all.
On a related note, I'm frightened of what "live" bruschetta entails.
wow!
that is spectacular.
But the Sufi saying was ok, though.
I thought.
I'd like an I am vivacious-
can I get a side of I am generous with that?
Some I am relishing, as well
...and some I am lusciously awake for dessert.
thanks
Posted by: kati at July 14, 2005 09:02 PMMy theory is that if you try to place your order in normal terms they'll just stare at you until you give in and say it's not a coffee, it's an I am bountiful.
Either that or they'll laugh at you, and that's where the one-minute sound clip of people laughing (cf. button on front page) comes from.
Posted by: Dianna at July 14, 2005 10:43 PMI still stand by my theory that the names of the menu items are actually speaking not for you but for the dishes themselves. It's kind of sad, really.
"I am fun," says the little voice from the menu. "Really. I Am Fun."
"No, you are not," one replies. "You are untoasted toast made from compressed flax seeds. You are not fun."
Posted by: katie at July 21, 2005 10:46 PMAnd that it would be better if I ran it. What was my early-morning coffee special going to be called? I Am Not Fucking Kidding?
I Am Late For Work?
I Am Hung Over And Fast Losing Patience With You, Hippie?
I'd like to do it as a bakery, and name the dishes after the consequences of eating them (I Am Hyperactivity, I Am Tooth Decay).
I'd also like to have sort of happy hours, in which the items would have new names and you'd have to order them accordingly. Around 8:00 a.m., all heavily sugared items would be I Am Going To Regret This All Day; at 5:00 p.m. absolutely everything would be I Am Spoiling My Dinner; at 10:00 p.m. anything with lots of chocolate could be I'm Not Going To Sleep Tonight.
Lastly, if you came in and asked for anything low-carb or sugar-free, you'd get served a plate of I Will Not Let The Door Hit Me In The Ass On The Way Out.
Posted by: Dianna at July 24, 2005 08:53 PMMy god, the only breakfast I could eat at your cafe would be I Need An Ambulance.
In related news, I was all excited to discover that a crappy taqueria in downtown Santa Cruz is turning into a vegan cafe. But it's a "raw and semi-raw foods" cafe. Can I hold out hope that "semi-raw" means "cooked"?
Posted by: katie at July 25, 2005 09:42 AMMy god, the only breakfast I could eat at your cafe would be I Need An Ambulance.
In related news, I was all excited to discover that a crappy taqueria in downtown Santa Cruz is turning into a vegan cafe. But it's a "raw and semi-raw foods" cafe. Can I hold out hope that "semi-raw" means "cooked"?
Posted by: katie at July 25, 2005 09:43 AMSemi-raw sounds like what you get when you put something in the oven to bake but then the smoke detector goes BWEE BWEE BWEE BWEE and you have to shut off the oven and turn on all the fans and your brownies wind up as a pan of sad semi-coagulated goo.
Mind you, if it's brownies you're making the result is usually at least good enough to eat with ice cream, but in that case you may as well have saved yourself the BWEE BWEE BWEE BWEE and frantically running around with fans and just not baked it at all. If it's not brownies, then one, you should have been making brownies, and two, it's probably going to be disgusting.
Posted by: Dianna at July 25, 2005 01:09 PM